India saw from the beginning, and, even in her ages of reason and her age of increasing ignorance, she never lost hold of the insight, that life cannot be rightly seen in the sole light, cannot be perfectly lived in the sole power of its externalities.
I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends’ floors, was happy, was miserable.
I read ‘Treasure Island’ for the first time at university. And I started to notice then how unresolved some things were. Later, I realised that Stevenson was interested in sequels, and I wondered whether he would have gone back to it had he lived longer.
We have a finite amount of time. Whether short or long, it doesn’t matter. Life is to be lived.
The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.
On the surface we all act like we all love each other and we’re free and easy, and actually we’re far more moralistic than any other society I’ve ever lived in.
My novels are about a generation of Americans who lived between 1940 and 2000, who resisted the postwar political and cultural forces by choosing a wandering life of impoverishment and wonder. Inevitably, race and economics are a big part of their stories. Childhood, childishness, and children are never far.
The most compelling evidence for God’s existence is Christ. If God does not exist, then Christ was the biggest fool who ever lived.